High up on a steep bank in a dense carpet of green leaves covered in the starry blue flowers of the periwinkle, their bright yellow centres shining like stars, I gasped with surprise, for there resting gently against a large winkle shell was the most beautiful fairy I had ever seen, I hardly dare breathe lest I disturb her from playing with the tiny periwinkle which she was shaking in her hand, fascinated by the pollen which like fairy dust fell gently onto her face a thousand fairy kisses as freckles over her tiny nose?

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